the object manifests
Perhaps the light refracts
Oceanic swells of vision crash ‘cross our eyes—
by the prismatic froth—
swiftly sweeping blinded brains in undertow to
But ‘midst this seething sea of sight
there is you:
a solitary stream of light;
a lone tide pool
undisturbed by the bright tempest,
matchless in its god’s-light glory.
My lizard-brain longs to bask on your
silken sun-soaked sands;
flash-fire my freezing flesh in your
I would these things.
But I am immured
deep within this cold, abyssal sea,
and the lightless moon
has no power over absent tides.